Among the rungs of the desolate cityscape
As they chase me down the twisting alleyways
Within the empty tenements I’ll escape
Surely they won’t find me
I run, doesn't matter who from
Through empty strip malls, parking lots
Through thousand foot forests
And crumbling city blocks
They wouldn’t search every vacant room
On every floor of every vacant skyrise
Their hounds could sniff for days
But not every potential hiding spot
Leave the hangar or the warehouse
Where it’s easier to spot movement
Scamper down the hallways like a mouse
To the fields where I’ll escape
Past the orange glow of the industrial lights
Where I’ll get out of sight, conceal me,
Though the forest’s dense and dark
I’ll brave the black night
What’s it that causes me to want to run?
Through empty strip malls, parking lots
Through thousand foot forests
And crumbling city blocks
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